Right now, the New Psychic Ware Association is surrounded by military Levs and warships due to the Awakened Ware incident.
Many of the poorer civilians from the Alliance had never witnessed such a scene. They stayed far back, secretly observing the spectacle.
Fortunately for them, the main gate of the Psychic Ware Association had been broken, giving them a clear view of everything happening inside the hall.
Inside the grand hall, the president of the New Psychic Ware Association, Talrin, was warmly serving tea to each visitor.
Quillan, the representative of the visitors, politely accepted a teacup. He smiled as he took a sip, but his eyebrows immediately furrowed from the bitterness. Calmly putting down the teacup, Quillan thought to himself, 'That's some real bad tea. Is he unhappy with us?'